Park Eun-yeong Is Way Too Much of a Self-Insert
“Ngh… nghhh…” My breath caught in my throat. It felt like some heavy weight was crushing my body from above. The sound of a desolate wind whistling in my ears made it exactly like I was trapped in sleep paralysis.
“Ah, ah, aah…” I tried to move my hands and feet first. I poured every ounce of focus into my fingers and toes.
“…Haah, you awake?”
“Haa!” A warm breath brushed my ear. Then a voice that sent chills racing down my spine slammed into me.
“…Why are you so startled, huh?” It was a familiar voice. Of course it was. It belonged to the ‘little sister’ I heard every single day.
“…Ah, what the hell… huu… Get off me?” That ‘little sister’ had planted her ass squarely on my chest and was straddling me. I couldn’t have cared less why she was doing it. My chest was so compressed that my lungs were screaming.
“See? This is totally normal, right?” My little sister muttered to herself as she shifted her weight sideways on top of me.
“…What now.” Her tone carried that meaningful edge. Anyone could tell she was about to throw a tantrum.
“Where in the world is there a little sister who wakes her oppa up like this? It’s straight-up perverted degenerate fantasy.”
“…Heh, hey… In the degenerate stuff you’re talking about, this is a total cliché.”
“That’s exactly why I said it’s degenerate, dumbass.”
“No, what do you want me to do about it.”
“Using even my name in it—there’s just way too much fucked-up shit.”
“……Stop reading it. Or better yet, just look at my pussy instead. Hoo…” That was exactly what I’d been hoping for. I really wished she wouldn’t read the erotic novel I wrote. Even now I was struggling to keep a straight face, but all I wanted was to bite my tongue and die. Still, my ‘little sister’ seemed to be having the time of her life tormenting me. Even now she was smirking with her lips curled high, teasing me right in front of my face.
“No thanks? I’m gonna keep reading.”
“…Do whatever the fuck you want.” I clenched my teeth. Falling for that kind of mockery would only make things worse.
“I don’t have a dick, though?”
“……Hey, I don’t think we’re close enough to be this comfortable with each other.” There was still a line, and that line should never be crossed. It was the most basic social passive a human being was supposed to have. We had all agreed to call people whose limits were shattered—or who simply lacked any social awareness—complete idiots. And right now it looked like my ‘little sister’s’ limit had been completely obliterated.
“What? You told me to do whatever the fuck I want. I don’t have a dick, right? Did I say something wrong?”
“…I wasn’t talking about an actual dick. ‘Do whatever’ is just an expression. It means do as you please, figure it out yourself.”
“Then you should’ve said that from the start. You’re the one who kept spitting ‘fuck this, fuck that,’ so why are you yelling at me?” My little sister’s eyes—whether she realized it or not—curved into pretty crescent moons.
“Ah, fine. Sorry. I committed a mortal sin. I get it, so get off me. I barely slept. Hurry up.” I waved my hand wildly. Then I quickly flipped over and buried my face in the bed, but the usual morning physiological reaction had me rock-hard and painfully uncomfortable in the front.
“Hey, since you’re already up, eat breakfast. And how long are you going to keep flipping day and night like this? You know that’s terrible for your body, right?”
“……I got it. I got it, so just leave. I’ll get up in five minutes.”
“Get up while I’m still asking nicely. Hey!?” My little sister grabbed the blanket I was hiding under. Naturally, a tug-of-war followed.
“Hurry! Get uuuup!!”
“…Ah, please just… Why are you acting like this lately, seriously…” I just wanted my lower half to calm down. I even sang the national anthem frantically in my head, but it did nothing. And as if that wasn’t enough, the ‘little sister’ who had been yanking on my arms and legs realized force wasn’t working and promptly draped her entire body over mine.
“…Hey, you’re heavy…”
“I said get up!!” It felt like we were wrestling. The soft, fluffy, squishy, silky texture of her skin pressing against my back made my head spin.
“Heyyyyy!!” Her hand wormed into my armpit. Goosebumps erupted across my body like worms were crawling all over me.
“You’re still not getting up!? Huh?!”
“S-stop tickling… I’ll really kill you…”
“Then get the hell up!!” With her full weight added, a heavy pressure bore down on my lower body. My ass ached while the soft, yielding sensation of her breasts on my back made it impossible to think straight.
“Oh? You’re still not getting up even now?” This time her foot tried to burrow between my thighs. I resisted with everything I had, but I could only watch helplessly as her foot dug in.
“Hu, huu… When someone speaks to you, huu… wouldn’t it be nice if you understood the first time?” Her sharp pelvis pressed unmistakably against my ass. The blunt mound inside it kept brushing against me.
“Ah, please… You crazy bitch…” My half-hard cock swelled endlessly, yet the ‘little sister’ pinning me down showed no sign of moving.
“Haa… This is so fucking exhausting… You’re really going to keep sleeping? Haah… You’re already wide awake anyway, right? Am I wrong?” Her warm breath stroking my ear somehow tasted sweet. Maybe that was why my cock had grown so painfully, uncontrollably hard that lying still like this was pure torture.
“……I-I’ll get up. I’ll eat breakfast… So please get off me. I’m begging you…” It was embarrassing. Humiliating, even. Yet the thought that an experience like this could be good material for an erotic novel gave me some comfort. If this continued it would definitely lead to a huge accident, so although I felt a tiny pang of regret… I decided to end it here.
“…You promise?”
“Ah, okay. Promise.”
“…….” My little sister stopped squirming. The strength in the arms and legs wrapped around me had already vanished. All she had to do was slide off to the side, but for some reason she stayed lying on top of me, holding her breath.
“…Aren’t you getting off?”
“Who said I wasn’t? Haah, I’m getting off now.” Her voice had a sharp edge. She rested her chin on my shoulder, took several deep breaths, and the breasts that had been crushing my back slowly pulled away.
“Haaaa…” My little sister let out a long sigh. I really hoped she would finally move, but instead she planted herself firmly on my ass.
It’s not disappointment or anything. I just didn’t want her to get off so obediently.
“Hey.”
“…What now.”
“…I just thought of something…”
“Ah, can you get off first?”
“No, it’s so fucked up I can’t say it while looking at your face.”
“Then spit it out already. I’m having a really hard time right now.”
“…You’re such a weakling.”
“If you’re not the fucking pig— hngh!” At the word ‘pig’ my hand moved on instinct. My palm smacked hard across my oppa’s back.
“Haa… This crazy bitch is even resorting to violence now.”
“…Hey, there’s something else I don’t like.”
“……Can we please stop talking about our novel…?”
“I never said novel.”
“Ah, whatever… just say it.”
“Huu…”
“Why do you keep dragging it out?”
“Shut up for a second. This is serious.”
“…Okay.” I licked my dry lips. My mouth had been parched for so long that they felt rough.
“So, about Park Eun-yeong—”
“Oh fuck… I thought you said it wasn’t about the novel.”
“…It’s not a novel. It’s an erotic story.”
“That’s the same thing and you know it.”
“How is that the same?”
“I told you to talk because you said it wasn’t about the novel. Then you immediately bring it up again. What the hell?”
“Fine. Then let’s talk about SisterLover author-nim’s 486 Ways to Eat My Little Sister. Happy now?”
“Wow… I’m actually going to lose my mind.” The body of my oppa lying beneath me went completely limp. Then his ass started twitching, and the tremors seemed even stronger than before.
“Anyway, that Park Eun-yeong girl is way too much of a self-insert. She’s way too slutty.”
“……It’s an erotic story. That’s why it’s written like that.”
“You still have to describe her like an actual human being. Every single time something happens she acts like a bitch in heat. Then you have her getting her tits groped every five seconds. And of course she’s moaning like an idiot and dripping pussy juice everywhere. Then she begs to get fucked and throws a complete tantrum. How am I supposed to read that without wanting to throw up?”
“…So what, fuck… should I revise it? Rewrite the whole thing? Huh?”
“Why are you getting mad? I’m the one who should be pissed. This is damaging human dignity.”
“Hey, it’s fiction. It’s a story I wrote. You seem way too immersed right now.”
“Yeah, it’s fiction. But the model is the author’s own little sister. The name is exactly Park Eun-yeong. The bra size is the same. The tastes are the same. So how am I supposed to not get immersed?”
My little sister, who had been passionately ranting while rocking on top of me, finally closed her mouth. She took several deep breaths and spoke again.
“Haa… That’s why I’m asking why you even read it. Huh? You could just not read it. Did someone hold a knife to your throat and force you? I’m the one who feels like holding a knife and begging you not to read it. Seriously, every time you do this I feel like I’m going insane.”
……Not reading it would have solved everything. But reality wasn’t that simple.
“Ah, I don’t know. And a harem? Hmph… I can’t even laugh.”
“…What’s wrong with a harem.”
“A harem? That’s the pathetic degenerate fantasy of total losers.”
“Haaaa…”
“Anyway, revise everything. I hate it so much.”
“…Hey, then let’s just change the name, okay?”
“Are you kidding? What exactly changes if you change the name?”
“Then how am I supposed to revise all of it? Honestly it’s too much. It’d be faster to just remake the whole thing.” My oppa muttered in a voice full of worldly grievance, and somehow it sounded strangely reasonable to me.